As we passed, we on our own dangerously fast expedition,
And as I cast an uninterested look out of the glass walls,
I saw that little road.
An offramp from the freeway, a turnoff, a rest stop.
Nothing.
A little road I had not passed on before, and had no intention of doing so now.
Why then did I feel this inexplicable longing
Why experience such sorrow
That I should be traveling along this straight and fast road
Instead of turning off into the forest?
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